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I saw this meme on allsorts. Like her, I issue a general tag. If you want to play, consider yourself tagged as well.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
Charlie Toyota

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Cookie Dough Chocolate Chip

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
M-Rob

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
White Kitten

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Christine Roosevelt

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
Rob-Ma

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink),
The Red Smoothie

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
William Earl

9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Beyond Paradise Taffy

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )
Lewis Ray

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Day Denver

12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Fall Gerber

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Blueberry Bubblie

14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Waffle J. Maple

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)
The Napping Cool Tour

July 25, 2007- Broke my arm while playing dodgeball at an LDS Church sponsored activity. Went to the the closest after hours clinic. Not in my preferred provider network. Because what would you do when you arm cannot pick a cell phone? Hang out and look online for the nearest preferred provider? Yeah, that was what I was thinking at that very moment.

July 26 – September 4, 2007 – Luckily was seeing a Doctor who was in my preferred provider network. But the thing is, I have a $3000 dollar deductible. I go where I want and just let the deductible add up, assuming it never will. Hopefully.

September 4, 2007 – (Notice this is 6 weeks later) Receive information in the mail about what will and won’t be covered. The church accident insurance will not pay unless I follow the rules of my insurance. If I use an out of network doctor, they will not pay. The stress level starts to sky rocket. The last thing I want is to pay for an accident I did not cause.

September 10, 2007 – Go to physical therapy. For two hours.

September 11, 2007 – Go the physical therapy. Again.

September 12, 2007 – My physical therapist office calls. They tell me they are not a preferred provider and that THE CHURCHES ACCIDENT INSURANCE IS NOT GOING TO PAY THEM. So it has been nice serving you, but you are basically not welcome back here.

Now the thing is, I am not expecting $40,000 for this accident. What I am expecting is for my medical bills to be paid with out headache. Instead, here I am at 1 in the morning deciding what I am going to say to them at 8:01 AM. I am thinking be calm, be nice. Be nice. But how am I supposed to say that I am “honest in all my dealings” when the church is doing a hack job of taking care of their own. The best route for me would have been to lie and to just say I had no insurance and make them pay it all. Then I really would not have to worry about what would and would not be paid. The other thing is that if I had broken my arm myself, I would have gone the same route and used the exact same doctors.

What would Jesus do? Somehow, I am thinking, not this. Especially the white hot intense farting.

I had my cast removed last Tuesday. It was a nasty ordeal that I don’t know if I should divulge here.

ok.

I will.

The doctor pulled it off and my skin had taken on the texture of the gauze fabric inside the caste. The doctor had me wash it and I stood over the sink pulling off thick 3 inch long pieces of skin. It was Makayla Leather. Not unlike fruit leather. I spent then next hour peeling it off and then it was nice and soft again.

As you can see from the picture my hand is smaller. It reminds me of an alien or witch arm. I went to physical therapy yesterday. My good hand can squeeze the squeezer to 45 pounds. The little frog like arm gets a mighty 14 pounds. I have a bit of work to do.

Waking up with my nose just brushing against the whiskers of his warm cheek.

We took him to Logan. He will be there until Sunday when we get back from Denver.

This afternoon before we dropped him off, we went fishing at second dam in Logan Canyon. He played until his little feet were black and he was completely spent.

Dear Lord:

Please forgive me for going to Walmart today and helping expand the grotesque fortune of those Walton heirs.

The end and Amen.

I went because it is the only store I know of that sells my favorite cleaner. Dang it. While I was there I also picked up some flossers, because I have not had a good floss in nearly six weeks and it shows. I am spitting blood every time I brush my teeth now. I come out of the bathroom looking like Edward the Vampire. Or Jim Carrey as The Grinch.

I was so happy to have them I flossed in the car. Now my teeth hurt, but gingivitis has nothing on me.

Me: I hate having a period. It sucks the uterine lining right out of me.

jj: Rolls his eyes and tells me to turn on the movie.

Sometimes don’t you want to hit a few people in the face with a Medieval flail?

Me either.

:: cool nights + warm days ::

:: playing with friends :: nice dinners out :: pretty + delicious sushi ::

:: thoughts of being castless soon :: 11 more days + 10 more nights :: kind of like a cruise or a hotel stay ::

:: this cute handbag :: you could make it yourself :: decorating the laundry room :: both via how about orange ::

:: these beautiful earrings ::

:: this bed :: old jeans as a new skirt ::

Tutu and Papasan (jj’s grandparents) gave me a journal a few years ago for my birthday. I recently retrieved it from my mothers home with a lot of other things from my childhood. Inside was an unexpected addition to the kind gift.